It was ester 2014, 8:00 am on a brite sunday morrinig , when my brother and i ran to are colufull doors lerking at the end of are cosy room, we grabed are mine egg packet , scrabled to my mum and dads room ,grabed the clouele and fond the ester eggs , wich were dilishes , so i eat them all up. eventsalt i eat my eggs so i was free to go on my new brite pink sewing meashine then i realised that i lest a clue out. I was rushing a rongd the houe for hourhalf  but i coud not fing the egg the day had ended it was over i woudl be one egg down for ever.



by Isabel